Unfiltered Story #218567

(I am the opening waiter at a restaurant. This means that I need to stock and prep things for the day ahead. I am putting ladles in the soups when I happen to look up and see a woman glaring at me through the window. I was listening to music while getting ready so I hadn’t noticed her before this point. It is worth noting that our restaurant does not open until 10:30, and it is currently about 9:40. I go to the door so I can tell her our opening time.)

Customer: *through the locked door* “I want fried green tomatoes and a hot dog.”
Me: *a bit taken aback by her brusqueness* “I’m sorry, ma’am. We don’t open until 10:30.”
Customer: “Well, what time is it?”
Me: *glances at clock* “It’s only 9:40.”
Customer: “9:40? But I don’t want to wait that long. I live in [city that’s only about 20 minutes away] and I don’t want to drive all the way there and back to get a hot dog. at 10:30. Can you just let me in?”
Me: “I’m sorry, we aren’t open yet. And none of the grills are on so there’s no way to make food yet anyway.”
Customer: “But I just want a hot dog and fried green tomatoes.”
Me: “…I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do for you. We aren’t open yet and the grills aren’t on so we can’t make any food.”
Customer: “But I don’t want to go all the way back to [city] and have to come back. Can’t you just let me in? I want a hot dog and fried green tomatoes.”

(It took over five minutes of repeating the same thing to get her to realize that I wouldn’t let her in. Later, once we had actually opened, a couple customers asked me if the woman had gotten her hot dog. Apparently while I was busy prepping, she was banging on the window and complaining that she “just wanted a hot dog” and wondered why we wouldn’t let her in. She never did come back for her hot dog or fried green tomatoes.)